Ocatla — AoT EP20.5 Journal

I can taste the salt in the air. I can feel the hairs on my body. Electricity runs through me. I am alive. Happiness cannot compare to this feeling. This is my holiest hour. And this is me. In my deepest worship, I have bled for my people. I Have devoted everything to my work. Priestess is not a suitable title for me. Does not match the rawness of my precision, the edges I have traversed, the ways I have laid myself on the altar again and again. For this. No one can judge me. It was my will to sacrifice myself. It was my will that protected Keotl again and again. It is my will that chooses me. This vessel, this woman. To be all that is mine. To be. My will cuts through like Tezcatli's talon. It is her time. We rise together. Who lies in the earth is not my business. Bound only by the sweet taste of. We rise together. Bound only by the sweet taste of the beyond. Where life and death blend into fire.